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A vintage tinplate crocodile, standing up and balancing on his tail.

I call on that Crocodile great of terror
to meet me by the desert’s mouth;
Sebek Who is Ruler of the Desert Edge,
whose teeth and claws reveal the flashing of the sun;
He coming on the dark waters to predict light.

c. Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

The third gem is a jolly fellow. Surely it will be be easy to find a pic of him, but so far it is proving to be the most difficult of all. Here are the closest images I find and they are alligators. But then the crocodile is a master of camouflage and disguise. He’s very, very, very patient and that has been the hardest lesson for me to learn in life.

croc-wheels

In many respects though, this is the easiest gem to figure out so far. I have a strong affinity with the Egyptian crocodile god Sobek. He appeared on the cover of The Art of Psychic Protection – painted by master Egyptian metaphysician Judith Page, who knows him intimately. The symbols she depicted say it all really.

Sobek

Sobek c. Judith Page

But I know him better in the Lapis Lazuli form that lazes the days away sitting on my old Aga quietly guarding the house. Deceptively quiet. Until required.

Lapis Lazuli

Image c. Judy Hall

And how could I forget the imagery of Lewis Carroll, who featured so strongly in my childhood:

Lewis Carroll

Note that pouring water symbolism again: intuition is at work. And, of course, the reference to the mystical Nile source of all life.

I remind myself of the myth of Sobek:

Sobek in Egyptian Mythology

‘According to some ancient Egyptian myths Sobek was the son of Neith and Set. His consort was Renenutet, the snake goddess who was the protector of the harvest and granaries. Sobek began as a deity of fertility and water. Then myths associated him with creation and the River Nile was believed to have come from the sweat of Sobek and gave life to vegetation and was credited with the fertility of the land. One of his titles was ‘Lord of the Waters’ as Sobek was believed to have risen from the primeval waters of Nun and laid his eggs on the bank of the waters to create the world. Sobek is also connected with the Osirian myth and was believed to have carried the dead body of Osiris on his back to the banks of the Nile. Another myth connected Sobek with the sun god Ra who ordered Sobek to rescue the four Sons of Horus who arose from the primeval waters of Nun and bring them to land. Sobek was also associated with the evil god Set who was the enemy of Horus and in the Horus myth the allies of Set made their escape by changing themselves into crocodiles. The ancient Egyptians believed that Sobek could bestow sight and senses to the dead.

No, no, no I shout as I read this. Set is not evil. He is the equal and opposite pole. A complementarity. The red desert as opposed to the life-giving Nile. But I have, nevertheless, always read the story of Horus fighting Set as the battle to quell the ego and a potent transformation motif. So a theme is carrying forward.

Sobek at Kom Ombo

Sobek at Kom Ombo. https://kemeticallyspeakingblog.wordpress.com/tag/god-sobek/

Just look at this potent piece of transformation! Loving the crystal imagery incorporated into the poem. It is a gift in itself to find the website https://kemeticallyspeakingblog.wordpress.com/.

crystal imagery

When the holy river comes for me
he is a raging nest of crocodiles in my path;
what light the stars shone was consumed
by their cavernous bellies;
the stars of the north which rose for me;
the Bull’s Thigh which sent me a ladder,
glinting upon my lapis horizon;
a torch which showered molten gold upon my feet.
These are the treasures the sky gave me,
dressed in their luminous mantle;
and I too wore that cloak of stars on my shoulders,
until the river came with his terrors.

This flood pulls down the horizon from my brow,
coming down from between the mountains to take me.
In his wet hands like a lover I fall,
opening my heart to be devoured by the depths;
but this heart of mine is stronger than the current,
a stone of malachite with his flint edge.

Beautiful crocodile, I taste your bite and inhale your savor,
your gold, and your carnelian eyes;
you bring me my death, and I bring you my smile;
for this body you take is not the one in which I travel.

Beautiful crocodile, I take your bite for a lover,
and my heart grows back as a malachite stone.
These are the treasures the dark flood has given me,
what create or destroy the passions of men.

When your holy body comes for me
he is a torch of fragrant cedar in the arms of the wind;
his navel of electrum shines through the veil
twilight brings with his whisper.
I am confounded by your myrrh worn like a garland;
I am suspended from your neck as a chain of gold;
and who seeks me out but a heart of malachite
with his flint edge,
that beautiful crocodile with his ecstatic bite.
A stream of moonlight shone from my hand,
drawn from your stellar skin I had by heaven’s gaze;
these are the treasures the earth gave me,
stripped of his dusky mantle;
and I too wore that cloak of moonlight on my shoulders,

until the sun came with his commands.

Beautiful crocodile, I wear your skin and know your scales,
your teeth, and your potent aura;
you bring me my second life, and I bring you my power;
for this heart you take is not the one in which I travel.
Beautiful crocodile, I take your flesh for a lover,
and my will grows back as a malachite stone.
These are the treasures the dark night has given me,
what create or destroy the futures of men.

When the holy flood returns for me
he is a shady sycamore in my path;
what light the stars shine is sheltered in his branches;
the northern stars that rise for my brow,
the Bull’s Thigh that opens my eyes;
the heron of luminous crest
surpassing twilight’s grasp;
a torch of fine gold appearing in east’s mirror,
whose gaze falls upon my feet ascending.
These are the treasures the sky gives me,
dressed in their eternal mantle;
and I too wear that cloak of stars on my shoulders,
until the river comes with his darkness.

This flood brings up the horizon to my brow,
rushing up from between his thighs to take me.
In his wet hands like a lover I fall,
opening my heart to be devoured by the depths;
but this heart of mine is stronger than the current,
a stone of malachite with his flint edge.

Beautiful crocodile, I taste your vigor and inhale your desire,
your turquoise, and your thighs of gold;
you bring me my life, and I bring you my vessel;
for this body you take is not the one in which I travel.
Beautiful crocodile, I take your soul for a lover,
and my heart grows back as a malachite stone.
These are the treasures the dark flood has given me,
what create or destroy the eternities of men.

All text copyright © 2016 Ptahmassu Nofra-Uaa

I’d revel in the gift of being as poet. So many amazing images. I also find this, which perfectly reflects my own experience of art:

“I regard my work as an act of worship, and also an act of magic. From the Egyptian perspective, magic, heka, is the process through which divine power is activated and harnessed in order to accomplish a constructive action. It is essentially the creative force, and is directly linked to the Gods. My icons are not simply decorative art, nor are they an expression of my own ego. The art I create isn’t really created by me at all. It is a visual manifestation of the passion that grips me through my spiritual union with whatever deity I am painting. This is a moment of divine ecstasy frozen on canvas, and I believe that to see these paintings is to come close to the Divine, to touch the Divine through the immediate presence of the god’s image, symbols and colors”. www.iconsofkmt.com

I am transported by Sobek back to Kom Ombo where, in the 1980s, I had been horrified to see a guardian pulling a mummified crocodile out of a hole in the wall. Hardly the place for such a sacred being, I felt. But when I go back to Kom Ombo on our healing pilgrimage for Margaret Cahill in 2013, things have changed. The mummies are being honoured in a place of peace and stillness.

Kom Ombo

And I am reminded of the eggs placed beside them, waiting to hatch:

egg

Image c. Terrie Birch www.astrologywise.co.uk

Is it finally time?